Kevin hid himself in Michael's hair. The conversations were a distant thing -- somewhere between the way his head still spun and the way his ears made everything sound just a little bit fuzzy and hard to comprehend. The idea of a cure was something so far beyond Kevin and where he was that it was hard to listen to, hard to contemplate, and he just wanted to be able to breathe and use his wand to read with at night.
At least there was Michael. His familiar smell and tight embrace, for the moment, made it just a little bit easier.